Blasty Brat & Baby Bear

"Operation: Loopy"

You were a strong, independent aspiring hero. You’d faced villains, explosions, and Bakugo’s screaming. But none of that prepared you for the wildest opponent yet…

…a wisdom tooth extraction.

You blinked awake, mouth stuffed with gauze, brain foggy, and vision blurry. The fluorescent lights above you hummed like a villain’s theme music. Was this Tartarus?

“She lives!” a dramatic voice shouted. That was—oh god—Denki Kaminari, filming you on his phone.

“GET THAT CAMERA OUTTA MY EYE SOCKET!” you bellowed. Or at least, you thought you bellowed. It came out more like: “Geff dat camma outta my faysalkit.”

Mina popped into view, laughing hysterically. “Girl, you sound like you’re summoning demons!”

You tried to sit up. “Iz dis… is dis my quirk? Am I… a duck?”

“Honestly? Maybe,” said Kirishima, gently pushing you back down. “You’re being super unbreakable right now, though. Respect.”

You squinted at him. “You got… rocks for skin. Are you okay? Like emotionally?”

“Wow, even under anesthesia, she checks in on us,” Tsuyu said calmly from the foot of the bed. “That’s kinda sweet.”

“I love all of you,” you mumbled dramatically, reaching for Todoroki’s face. “Especially you, Mr. Ice-and-Fire Cream Sandwich…”

“…I’m gonna pretend that was a compliment,” Todoroki muttered, letting you poke his cheek with your numb finger.

Bakugo, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, muttered, “This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s a disaster.”

You gasped. “You take that back, Kacchan! I’m a beautiful disaster.”

The gauze puff in your mouth fell out mid-monologue and Denki nearly dropped his phone laughing. “We’re keeping that. That's going in the group chat AND your graduation video.”

Finally, the nurse arrived to check on you, only for you to gasp and shout, “WAIT. AM I STILL A DUCK?!”

“No, sweetie. You're not a duck.”

“...Disappointing.”

“We Spent Weeks on That Name…”

Setting: Rengoku Household – Three Months After the Baby Was Born

It was early morning. The baby was finally asleep after an epic crying marathon that could’ve rivaled a thunderstorm. You were slumped on the couch, hair a mess, sipping lukewarm tea like it was your last lifeline.

Kyojuro tiptoed in and whispered like it was sacred: “The flame has settled.”

You just stared at him.

“She’s literally drooling on your haori.”

“A small price to pay,” he replied proudly.

The baby—Kaede Ren Rengoku, carefully chosen from your dramatic naming ceremony—was swaddled and dozing on his shoulder. Peaceful. Angelic. Finally.

Then Haru walked in.

Still yawning, hair sticking up in every direction, he glanced at the baby and said, “Sup, Meatball.”

You blinked.

“…What?”

Haru grabbed toast. “Meatball. I don’t know. Her head’s round. It’s kind of cute.”

Kyojuro gasped in horror. “She is not a meatball! She is our daughter! A sacred spark of destiny!”

“Sacred spark’s been farting for three hours straight,” Haru mumbled.

Aiko walked in behind him and nearly dropped her tea. “Wait. Did you just call her Meatball?”

“She looks like one today!”

“She really does,” Aiko agreed way too fast.

You buried your face in your hands. “Guys, we picked her name with, like, two family meetings and tears and a Google doc.”

Kyojuro sniffed. “It was a noble quest.”

And yet… two days later, you found yourself cradling her and whispering, “Shh, it’s okay, little Meatball…”

The room went silent.

You looked up.

Your whole family was staring at you.

“…Don’t say it.”

They said it anyway.

“IT STICKS!!”

From that moment on, little Kaede Ren—your beautifully named, carefully swaddled child—was known as Meatball to every Rengoku under your roof.

You gave up. You leaned into it.

And honestly? She was kind of a cute meatball.

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hey ash can i please request soemthing? a katsuki bakugo x female reader they are married and reader is like extremely weak? like physically and she got pregnant-a high risk one the type where the doctor would say to consider a abortion? something like that? you dont have to do this Just a request from a fellow follower love your works they are chaotic and love them :)

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"Stronger Than You Know"

Bakugo had never imagined himself the marrying type—at least not back when he was the hotheaded teen with a short fuse and a tunnel vision for victory. But somehow, you had wormed your way into his life with gentle hands and soft words, the exact opposite of everything he used to think he needed.

He used to think strength was everything.

But then he married you.

You weren’t strong like him. Not in the way that counted for most people. Your body was fragile, your energy limited, and your constitution was nothing short of worrying. Some days, he’d carry you from the bed to the couch because your muscles trembled too much. He always did it without complaint, though he grumbled under his breath just to keep up appearances. You’d laugh and call him a softie, and he’d call you a brat.

But he never once resented it. Not once.

Because you were the only one who could make him feel calm. Needed. Loved.

So when you told him you were pregnant, his reaction was… complicated.

He stared at you for a full minute before the words even processed. You were sitting on the couch in one of his old shirts, fingers wringing the hem, face pale and eyes a little wet. You’d looked scared—not of him, but for yourself. For the tiny, forming life inside of you.

And he felt like the ground tilted beneath him.

You were already so delicate. The idea of you carrying a child—his child—through nine months of hellish strain made his stomach twist in fear.

Of course, the hospital visit only made things worse.

“The pregnancy is high-risk,” the doctor said, voice carefully neutral. “Your body might not handle it. If complications arise, it could be fatal… for both of you.”

You’d gripped Bakugo’s hand then. He could still feel how cold your fingers were. The doctor kept talking, listing options, risks, and the word he hated more than anything in that moment: abortion.

Bakugo didn't speak. He didn’t trust himself to.

The moment you two left the office, you waited until you were in the safety of his car to finally whisper, “Katsuki… what should we do?”

He didn’t answer right away. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

“Do you… want to keep it?” he finally asked, voice low.

You nodded, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I want to try. Even if I’m scared.”

He looked at you for a long time. Your face was full of fear and hope, all tangled together. You weren’t strong—at least not in the way people measured it. But he had never seen someone braver.

“You’re not doing this alone,” he said, turning fully to face you. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it together. I’ll be there for every damn second.”

You gave him a watery smile, and he kissed you before you could say anything else.

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The following months were hard.

You were in and out of the hospital more times than either of you could count. Bakugo adjusted his patrol schedule, sometimes canceling it altogether just to sit beside you during check-ups. The staff got used to seeing the pro hero sitting with you, his scarred hands cradling yours, whispering quiet reassurances that didn’t match his usual brash image.

There were nights he’d sit beside your bed, wide awake while you slept restlessly. He’d talk to your belly when you were too tired to stay conscious, his voice low and steady.

“Your mom’s the toughest damn person I know, you hear me?” he’d mutter, fingers gently tracing circles on your skin. “She’s stronger than any hero out there.”

Sometimes the fear crept in.

Like when you collapsed while walking across the kitchen.

Or when the doctors said your blood pressure was too high again.

Or when they prepared an emergency bag “just in case.”

But you always pulled through. Even when your body screamed and the world felt like it was stacked against you, you kept going.

Because you had a reason now. A heartbeat you heard on fuzzy monitors. A future wrapped in warmth and baby clothes folded neatly in drawers. And Katsuki’s hand, always there. Always strong. Always steady.

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The birth wasn’t easy. It was a blur of beeping machines, sterile white lights, and a level of panic Katsuki never wanted to experience again.

They rushed you in after you started bleeding—too much, too fast.

He wasn’t allowed in the OR.

He punched a wall.

Paced like a caged animal.

Nearly lost it when a nurse asked him to “stay calm.”

But then—

A baby’s cry.

And the nurse came out.

“A girl,” she said. “She’s healthy. And your wife… she made it. She’s going to be okay.”

Bakugo didn’t remember sitting down, but he did.

Didn’t remember the tears, but they came.

When they let him in, you were pale, exhausted, barely awake—but smiling. And in your arms was the tiniest, angriest baby he had ever seen.

“She’s got your scowl,” you whispered hoarsely.

He looked down at the two of you—his whole world in one hospital bed—and something in him broke open.

He kissed your forehead.

“You scared the shit out of me, idiot.”

You laughed weakly. “Worth it?”

He looked at the baby again, who had just punched the air in protest.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “Yeah, it was.”

“The Janitor’s Closet Incident”

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo

Genre: Comedy, Chaos, Parental Meltdown, The Fear of God™

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It started with a phone call.

You picked up. “Hello?”

“Hi, this is U.A. Junior High. We need to speak with Haruki’s parent or guardian. It’s… regarding an incident.”

You immediately sat up straighter. “Is he hurt?”

There was a pause.

“…No. But you might want to sit down anyway.”

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Bakugo showed up to the school thirty minutes later, stomping through the front office like he was about to arrest someone. You trailed behind, apologizing for the murder energy radiating off your husband.

The principal met you both at the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Bakugo. Thank you for coming.”

“Where is he?” Bakugo growled.

The principal adjusted his tie, sweating slightly. “Uh, Haruki is in the guidance office. We… caught him in a compromising position.”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed.

“Compromising how?”

The principal coughed. “He was found in the janitor’s closet… with a girl.”

Bakugo blinked. Slowly. Like his body had to buffer the information before rage kicked in.

“…I’m sorry. The WHERE?”

“We believe they were… kissing.”

Kissing.

You swore you could hear Bakugo’s soul leave his body.

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Haruki sat in the guidance office with a cold compress on the back of his neck. Not because he was injured—because the sheer panic had made him sweat so hard the nurse got concerned.

You walked in first. “Sweetheart…”

He looked up like a deer caught in a nuclear explosion.

“M-Mom—I swear—we weren’t doing anything bad!”

“Closet, Haruki?” Bakugo thundered behind you. “The janitor’s closet?! What are you, a soap opera character?!”

Haruki practically jumped out of the chair. “We were just kissing! I didn’t even—I mean—it was only for like ten seconds and—”

“TEN SECONDS?!”

You gently pushed Bakugo back before he combusted. “Let’s take a breath.”

“No!” he snapped. “First he nearly gives me a heart attack with his ‘alone time,’ then I have to give him the world’s most traumatic sex talk, and now he’s reenacting Riverdamndale in the broom closet?! What’s next? A hotel room?! A BABY?!”

Haruki was turning colors.

“I’m not gonna be a dad! I’m a kid! I don’t even know how to do laundry!”

“Damn right you don’t!” Bakugo pointed a finger like it was a loaded weapon. “And if I ever catch wind of you kissing anyone again without supervision, I’m sending you to a monastery.”

“A what?!”

“You’ll have a vow of silence and a celibacy contract by Monday!”

You snorted trying to hold back laughter. “Okay, okay. Enough. We’ll talk about this at home.”

Bakugo leaned down, eye-level with Haruki. “Do you know what I used to do to pervy boys in high school?”

“Traumatize them?”

“Worse. I gave ‘em tips.”

“Wait—what?”

Bakugo smirked. “And then I traumatized ‘em.”

Haruki groaned. “I need a new family.”

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Later that night…

Bakugo was pacing the kitchen. “A closet, babe. Like, with brooms and mops. That’s not even romantic!”

You sipped your wine. “Be glad it wasn’t the chemistry lab.”

Bakugo paused.

“…We’re homeschooling him.”

hi ash can i pls make another request? if you dont mind uh katsuki bakugo x reader where they are dating and they had a argument in the morning and he just switched off his phone for his work reader is on her way from home and feels like someone is following her-texts him but it doesnt go to him and he likes attacks reader? maybe a sad ending? you dont have to do this if you are busy :) and this is the same anon who requested the weak pregnant reader one thank you so much for doing it loved it :)

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"Shattered silence"

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader:

The morning had been rough, filled with sharp words and silence. You and Bakugo had been arguing before he left for work. He didn’t say much, only muttered that he was turning off his phone to focus, as he often did when he was deep in his work. You, frustrated and upset, had let him go without a word, but the silence between you both was deafening. You didn’t understand why he always chose his work over talking things out.

Now, walking down the street, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following you. Your heart raced as you kept your pace steady, glancing over your shoulder every now and then, but you never saw anyone directly. The feeling lingered, though — like a shadow always just behind you, out of sight but never truly gone.

You reached for your phone, hands trembling slightly, and quickly typed out a message to Bakugo. You just wanted to hear his voice, to feel like he cared and was still there, even if it was only through a text.

“Hey, I feel like someone’s following me. I’m really scared, Bakugo… please, talk to me.”

Your thumb hovered over the screen as you hit send, but the message never went through. The phone showed that it had failed to send, the signal having been lost in the middle of nowhere. You tried again, but nothing happened.

Where are you? you thought. He always kept his phone off when he was working, but this felt different. You tried calling, but it went straight to voicemail. Your anxiety started to build up, your breaths shallow as you felt eyes on you, as though someone was inching closer.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the alleyway behind you, growing louder. Your eyes darted around for anyone that could help, but there was no one in sight. The street was eerily quiet. Your heart hammered in your chest as the footsteps quickened. You started to run.

Suddenly, a rough hand grabbed your arm, pulling you back with force. You yelped in surprise, your body instantly jerking away, but the grip was too strong.

“Where do you think you’re going, bitch?” a voice sneered. Your stomach dropped as you looked up, only to see a pair of cruel, cold eyes staring down at you.

The world seemed to blur around you as panic set in. You struggled to break free, but the man’s grip was unrelenting, dragging you further into the shadows. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized that there was no escape.

Before you could react, the man’s grip tightened, and you could feel yourself being lifted off the ground. A scream bubbled up in your chest, but it was cut off as a sudden explosion rang out nearby. The force of the blast sent the man flying back, his hold loosening as he was thrown against the wall. The ground shook, and the distant sound of someone shouting your name reached your ears.

“Y/N!” Bakugo’s voice, raw with anger and concern, tore through the air, snapping you out of the daze.

You looked up, your breath shaky, only to see Bakugo standing there, his fists clenched, his body tense with fury. His usual scowl was replaced with a deep, unsettling worry, his eyes scanning over your trembling figure.

“Y/N… what the hell were you thinking?” His voice was harsh, but his concern was clear as he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, as if to reassure himself that you were real.

“I— I was scared,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I… I thought someone was following me. I couldn’t reach you. Your phone was off.”

Bakugo's face softened, though a flicker of guilt crossed his features. He had been so absorbed in his work that he had failed to check on you, to make sure you were okay. He never imagined that something like this could happen.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, tightening his hold on you. “I should’ve been there. I shouldn’t have… left you like that.”

But as you stood there, his warmth surrounding you, a deep sadness lingered within you. The argument this morning, the silence, the distance — it all hit you harder than it should have. The terror of almost losing him, of being so alone in that moment, gnawed at you.

“I don’t want to feel alone anymore, Bakugo,” you whispered, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. “I don’t want this distance between us. I can’t handle it.”

Bakugo’s heart twisted in his chest. He had always been so focused on his goals, on being the best, but he hadn’t realized how his distance from you — emotionally and physically — had affected you. The harshness of the morning argument and his neglect for your feelings had almost cost him everything.

“I promise, I won’t ever let you feel alone again,” he whispered, pulling you closer. But the damage was already done. The crack in your heart that had been growing for a while couldn’t be repaired with a few words.

As the minutes passed, a heavy silence settled over the two of you. You stayed in his arms, but the weight of everything hung between you, unspoken and unaddressed. Despite the closeness, the rift between you both was still there, and for now, neither of you knew how to fix it.

Explosive Love: Part 4 – Mina’s Turn (And She’s Ready for War)

Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader

Featuring: Babysitter Mina Ashido

Genre: Crack fluff, Chaos, Girl Power vs Baby Gas Power

Summary: After hearing the legends of Baby Boom, Mina insists on babysitting. Confident. Fearless. Fabulous. She walks in like it’s a spa day. But this baby has no mercy—and Mina’s about to find out that cute pink hair doesn’t protect you from napalm-level toots.

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“Guys, please,” Mina waved her hand dramatically as she slid her sunglasses down. “How bad could one tiny baby be?”

Kirishima and you just stared at her.

“Bakugo almost cried,” you offered gently.

“Deku said his lungs aged five years,” Kirishima added.

“Todoroki won't make eye contact with any infants anymore,” you finished.

Mina grinned. “So she’s a little spicy. I’m spicy. We’ll vibe.”

You handed the baby over. She cooed. Mina winked.

"Girls stick together," Mina said proudly.

From the hallway, Kirishima whispered to you, “We should start a timer.”

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T+10 Minutes:

Mina was dancing in the living room, holding the baby like she was in a music video.

“We’re thriving, girl!” she sang. “Look at you! A queen! A tiny, powerful queen—”

PFFFFFFFFT.

She froze. The baby grinned.

“Okay,” Mina said slowly. “That was... assertive.”

She sniffed.

“Oh no.”

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T+18 Minutes:

Mina had relocated to the balcony.

“I’m not saying I’m scared,” she said aloud, talking to the baby like a roommate. “But I did just Febreze your diaper like six times. And you’re still going.”

The baby tooted again. Long. Proud. Musical.

Mina blinked. “That one had a melody.”

She pulled out her phone. “Group chat. Emergency. I’m being farted alive.”

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T+30 Minutes:

Kirishima peeked through the window.

Mina was standing in the middle of the living room like a war general, armed with lavender incense, baby wipes, and a fan in each hand. The baby sat smugly in a bouncer, thumping her legs like a war drum.

You sipped your drink calmly. “She’s gone full tactical.”

Kirishima whistled. “I’ve never seen Mina sweat before.”

PHHHBBT.

Inside, Mina yelled, “I DON’T DESERVE THIS!”

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T+50 Minutes:

When you returned, the scene was… dramatic.

Mina was lying flat on the couch, a cold washcloth over her forehead.

“She won,” she mumbled. “I tried… I really tried.”

The baby was sound asleep in her arms, looking peaceful—like she hadn’t just gas-bombed a fully trained pro hero.

Kirishima picked her up and sniffed cautiously. “She’s… calm now?”

Mina sat up slowly. “She was never mad. That’s the worst part. She enjoyed it.”

You patted her shoulder. “She respects you now.”

Mina exhaled. “Good. She can remember that next time, when I show up in hazmat pink.”

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Next time: Sero and Denki want to babysit together.

♡REQUESTS OPEN♡

Things I allow ♧

-fluff

- smut

-angst

-LBTQ

-comfort

-Ed comfort

-Sh confort

-Reader x character x character (three person relationship or more)

-character x character (doesn't need reader to be in it)

-any fandom!

-any character!

-romance

Things I don't allow ♤

-a very dramatic storyline (I just don't like writing too much drama bc I would cringe so bad, sorry!)

Pedophilia or any character x younger

-a way too bloody story

-Family x family

I might come back and update this later when i know something else i would and wouldn't want to have in my fics

I also only take 4-6 request a day, when those requests are taken I will wait 1 or 2 weeks before the requests are open again

hii, can I request a katsuki x reader. where the reader is always sleeping but still keeps up with everyone/thing.

Hii! Absolutely, that sounds like a super cute and fun dynamic—lazy but secretly competent reader♡

"Nap Queen (and the One Who Puts Up With Her)"

Katsuki Bakugou didn’t understand how you did it.

Every time he turned around, you were curled up somewhere: on the common room couch, under a shady tree, in a sunny patch on the roof, halfway under a desk in class—you were like some kind of professional napper. The class had started placing bets on how many hours of the day you'd spend asleep.

What baffled him the most, though, was that you somehow never fell behind.

He’d catch you with your head down during strategy lessons, but when Aizawa asked you a question, you'd snap awake and answer it perfectly, eyes half-lidded like you were still halfway in a dream. You aced surprise pop quizzes. You dodged blows like you had precognitive reflexes. You turned in reports early.

And it infuriated him.

“How the hell do you know what’s going on when you’re always passed the fuck out?” he snapped one day, as you blinked slowly up at him from the dorm lounge sofa, still wrapped like a burrito in your blanket.

“Hmm?” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “I’ve got good ears… and Denki talks so loud.”

He stared at you, jaw tight. “That’s it?”

You yawned, then smiled lazily. “Also, I listen when I’m asleep.”

“That’s not a real thing.”

“Is for me,” you murmured, then gave a little stretch that somehow annoyed and fascinated him at the same time. “You worried I’ll surpass you in my dreams, Bakugou?”

His eye twitched. “I’ll blow you to hell in your dreams if you keep talkin’ like that.”

You chuckled and rolled over, pulling the blanket higher. “Cool. Just wake me up first.”

That damn smirk stayed in his head the rest of the day. And the next. And maybe a few after that.

Sunkissed Secrets – Part 2

Pairing: Bakugo x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Slight Embarrassment

The situation had mostly calmed down… or so you thought.

You were still curled up on Bakugo's chest, trying to act natural while his towel remained very strategically draped across his lap. His arms held you tighter than before, more protective now—but also slightly panicked.

You could feel it in the way his fingers tapped his bicep. Bakugo Katsuki, pro at destruction, was currently losing a boss battle against his own body.

Meanwhile, the girls were definitely suspicious.

“So…” Mina started, scooting closer with a grin that spelled danger, “you two look comfy.”

“We are comfy,” you replied sweetly, trying to play it cool. “Can’t a girl lay on her boyfriend without being interrogated?”

Mina narrowed her eyes. “Mhm. Totally. No reason at all to be acting, I don’t know… weird.”

Ochaco giggled. “Y/N, you’re blushing like Midoriya after a hug.”

“Am not!”

From behind his towel fortress, Bakugo growled, “Y’all need to back off before I blow the sand out from under you.”

“That would be suspicious behavior,” Momo pointed out, ever the logical one. “And possibly destructive.”

Kirishima jogged over, surfboard under his arm. “Yo, what’s going on? Bakubro, you look like someone just kicked your puppy.”

Bakugo glared at you, as if this were somehow your fault, and you nearly snorted. You leaned down and whispered near his ear, “You know they’re never gonna let this go.”

“I hate all of you,” he muttered, cheeks redder than your swimsuit.

Unfortunately, Todoroki chose that exact moment to sit down near the group and ask, “Is there a medical reason for why Bakugo is… immobile?”

Kaminari, never one to miss a vibe, paused mid-sandcastle and shouted from a distance, “OH MY GOD, BONER ALERT!”

Chaos. Utter chaos.

You buried your face in Bakugo’s chest as he let out a loud, pained groan. The girls lost it, Mina and Jirou howling with laughter while Hagakure fell over invisible from laughing too hard.

“Deadass?!” Kaminari cried. “Bro couldn’t even handle a kiss?”

“I’M GONNA KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU,” Bakugo roared, towel flying as he sat up too fast—realizing too late that he’d just revealed the evidence in question.

You scrambled to throw the towel back over him as Kirishima burst into a full-on wheeze.

“TODOROKI, FLASH FREEZE ME,” Bakugo bellowed.

Todoroki blinked. “I don’t think that’s safe.”

You were crying from laughter at this point, holding onto your mortified boyfriend as he glared at the sun like it had betrayed him.

“Well,” you whispered in his ear, wiping a tear from your eye, “at least we know I still have an effect on you.”

“Don’t talk to me.”

You kissed his cheek anyway.

PLSS MORE OF THE BAKUGO X READER A NEW WAY TO COPE!!🩷🩷🩷

//A new way to cope pt 2\\ Bakugo katsuki x fem reader

Heres part two of this fanfic, I'm very sorry that it took so much time but so many people have sendt me requests so I need to work equally on all of the drafts❤️(ANYWAYS HAVE A GOOD READING!

NOT PROOF READ!

Genre: comfort/ angst?

Warnings// typos, cursing, blood, ED, and scars But! If I missed something then please tell me in the comments so I can add it to the warnings

If any of the warnings makes you nauseous or sensitive then please leave, this story will probably describe some of the warnings very detailed!

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Your eyes widened even more and your whole body shok, blood dripping down your arm. It must've have bleed throught some holes in the bandage. Your throat got dry and you couldn't get out a sentence, without hesitation you quickly stood up from your seat, running out if the classroom and straight to your dorm.

Ignoring the people's yells. You ran up the stairs instead of the elevator, it would take too much time to get in it. As soon as you saw your dorm door you slammed it open and locked it. Tears threatened to spill out and your breath got uneven because of the lack of stamina. You stood by the wall next to the door and without realizing you fell down on your knees, clutching your chest as tears spilled out of your eyes.

The teardrops stung and you found it hard to get your breath back. You coughed as you gripped tighter at your chest, but suddenly everything went quiet when you heard a knock on the door.

"L/n, open the damn door."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and kept quiet, not daring to make a sound.

"Open up, now i know you're in there."

You kept quiet for a few seconds before you eventually gave up.

"Leave me alone..."

You said weakly, the tone in your voice clear that you had been crying. The anxiety in your chest grew as more footsteps were approaching your door, your hands shook fast with fear and anxiety.

"L/n y/n, Open up this door. If I find out you self harm I have to talk to you"

Aizawa's voice said sternly and firmly. He knocked several times on your door, his fists slamming against the wood. He sighted before stopping,

"When you come out of that door, we need to have a serious talk"

His footsteps disappeared, some other quickly following after him til it was nothing but silence. You looked down and frowned before pulling yourself up from where you sat, dusting of some of the dust on your shirt and skirt.

You took some wipes and wiped away all of the smured makeup. You dried your face and walked towards the door, taking a deep breath. Your hands meet the handle before gently pushing it aside.

The door creaked and was heavy, making it a bit difficult.When the door was fully opened you saw a shadow infront of you, you tensed as a familiar voice talked.

"Y/n, let me in"

Your shoulders sank and your heart dropped, the light in the room began to move so his face was fully in sight. You didn't even have time to answer before he grabbed your shoulder and pushed you inside the room again while locking the door.

He sat you down on the bed and gave you a stage before going to the bathroom. You sat there alone in silence, judging yourself for getting in this situation while you fidged with your fingers.

As the familiar blonde haired boy came out of the bathroom he sat down next to you with some bandages and a wet cloth in his hands, you heard him make a small "tch" sound before he got to work on your arm.

You winced as the cold water clensed your wounds. It stung and bled a little. You grunted.

"Don't do it so harsh. It stings..."

You said almost whispering, bakugo's eyes flickered to you for a second before drifting down to your arm again.

"Well, if you didn't cut yourself it wouldn't sting"

He said in a voice between irritated and concerned, his lips were formed into a frown but his eyes held a concerned emotion. After he bandaged your arm and cleaned the scars his eyes stared deep into your soul, almost waiting for you to explain. You sighted and swallowed your saliva.

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

Your head quickly snapped away, and your eyes darted to your table. No way in hell you were gonna look him in the eyes after what he'd found out.

"Oi, look at me"

His gruff voice said as a grumble formed in his throat. After a while of not staring at each other he finally had enought. He grabbed your chin and pointed your face against him, making you look at him

"i said look at me"

Your lips curled into a frown and a few tears started to spill

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry"

You began to apologize, his eyes widened and he made a confused noise.

"The hell are you apologizing for"

"I did it because i feel so useless, ive always had problems with eating which resulted in an eating disorder, i got so tired so i thought it was gonna make the pain go away, I'm so sorry katsuki!"

You cried as you vented and aplogized, you could've swore his eyes got softer as his hand moved closer to your eyes, he dried away some tears.

"Don't go crying now, it doesn't look good on you"

He calmly said as both of his arms pulled you closer to his chest, you sniffled as you laid your head on his shoulder.

"I'm not good with this comforting shit so don't judge me, but take slow and deep breaths."

He began stroking your hair and held you tighter, trying to match his breaths with you. Eventually, you calmed down in his embrace and began to breathe slowly before getting your breath back.

"I know sometimes things are tough and you just want to give up but trust me, this isn't the right way, i can't belive that I'm saying this but you have us, your classmates and your teacher's, we will help you with everything you need and we will always listen to you. Everything is gonna be fine"

You looked up at him, the lump in your throat slowly fading away as you laid your head against his bicep.

"Thank you katsuki"

He chuckled, a smirk returning to his lips as he ruffled your hair.

"No problem squirt"

"Now"

Katsuki raised an eyebrow at your sudden change of voice, he looked down to see you smirking.

"I promise i will stop, but you have to give me something back"

"And what exactly is that squirt?"

You grinned even more making katsuki more suspicious before opening your mouth to answer.

"Let me sleep on your biceps every night til j get better"

As you talked katsuki eyes widened before bursting out laughing, pushing you of his chest as you fell down in the middle of the bed with a grin on your face.

His laughter soon calmed down and he laid down next to you, holding you close as a last chuckle left his lips.

"You're so weird, you know that?"

You smiled and nuzzled closer to him, yawning and burying your face in his muscles.

"I have no idea what you're talking about"

He smirked and laid his head on top of yours "Oh I know you do"

A few seconds pass of bare silence and he raised his head and looked at you. Your eyes were closed and your breaths making your chest move up and down

"Damn idiot, fell asleep huh? Well if you're allowed to sleep on my chest i better be allowed too"

He moved closer to you and laid his head on your chest, pulling you in his arms and placing one kiss at the tip of your nose smiling.

"Sweet dreams, squirt"

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AHH IT'S FINALLY DONE, IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING YALL WAIT FOR SO LONG IVE JUST BEEN VERY BUSY AND STUFF BUT I MAY GO BACK TO POSTING REGULARLY♡Also I think this will be the end but comment if you'd like another chapter♡